Christein’s Juicy Punishment

Christein’s Juicy Punishment.

            “You can explain, can you?”  Olivia put her hands on her hips as her sumptuous blue boobs jiggled about.

            Christen threw her arms about.  “I was just trying to help her.  She was overstuffed with blueberry juice.”

            The blue woman threw her arms around Olivia.  “She almost juiced me dry.”

            Olivia rubbed the woman’s head lovingly. “It’s okay, Sasha. The mean, juicy lady can’t juice you anymore. In fact, I think since she juiced you, it’s only fair you do the same.”

            “But. . . she isn’t big and swollen like me.  How can I. . .”

            Olivia smirked.  “Well, we have a special little juicer for naughty little blueberries like Christen.  Besides, someone needs to learn how things work around here.”

            “I was doing the right thing.  She needed to know that she could do more than just lounge around all day so you can just extract her juices.”  Christen slammed her foot onto the ground.  “I don’t see the problem in that.  She can even still be a blueberry if she wants to.  But. . .”  She gripped her hand into a fist.  “I think they should have the choice.”

            “Oh, I do.”

            “What?”

            Sasha pulled away from Olivia and put her hand on her hip as she dipped her head to the side.  “Oh, I could have left the juicing station at any time.  But it just feels soooooo good having your juices extracted from you.  I just can’t explain it, but I would rather stay here than return to the stress of being a nurse.  It was soooo fucking stressful.  Now I just get juiced once a week and relax in my huge, lovely body for the rest, slowly ripening.  And if they need to free up space well. . . they have a special blueberry gum that helps to induce growth.  Ohhhhh. . .”  She licked her lips.

            Christen took a step back.  “The woman looks as if she is on drugs.  Is this why they don’t leave this place?”

            Olivia giggled as she walked up to Christen.  “Yes, that is very fun, isn’t it?  And our friend Christen here is going to figure out what that gum does firsthand.”  She grabbed Christen’s left arm.  “Miss Sasha, would you care to help me take Christen down to the juicing room.”

            “With pleasure.”  Christen tried to pull away, but their juicy hands were like iron.

            “Hey.  Can’t you just write me up or something?  Tell Red?”

            Olivia shrugged.  “I could do that.  I could get you and Linda fired, and the deal you made for us to deal with curing the blueberry virus null and void.”

            “Ughhh fucks sake.”  She stopped fighting.  “Fine, fine.”

            Sasha laughed.  “Oh, come on, silly.  You will enjoy it.”

            “Well. . .”  Olivia tapped her chin.  “Not as much as the blueberries who go through our normal juicing process.  This is a punishment, after all.”  Olivia giggled.  “And as with all punishments, we have a special little punishment room dedicated just for situations like this.”  She lowered her voice.  “Trust me, I know.  I have been a naughty berry more than once.”

            They led Christen into the bowels of the Juicing Station and into a spotless, metallic room filled with gigantic glass tubes.  “This doesn’t look like the juicing room,” Sasha said.

            “Because this isn’t the normal juicing room Sasha.”  They lead Christen up to one of the giant tubes.  “This is where we juice the naughty blueberries.  Now, if you would get inside, please.”

            Christen gulped.  “There is hardly any room in here.”  She examined the tube, the cylinder only extending out about eleven or twelve feet wide.  “How the hell am I supposed to swell up in here?”

            They pushed her inside, and Olivia smiled.  “Well, the walls will constantly squish the juice out of you.”  She pointed at the drain at the bottom of the chamber which led to two massive tubs coming out of the bottom of the chamber.  “You will constantly be producing juice for the next few hours, dear.”  Olivia rubbed her hands together.  “And oh, what a lovely few hours it will be.  Your body bubbling and gurgling.  The juice flowing through your veins.  How I wish I could be in your shoes.”  She moaned, blueberry juice dripping from her nipples.

            “Look, can you give me the gum or whatever is going to start this?  I have a loving boyfriend that I have to get back to eventually.”  She snorted.  “I can’t be stuck in a tube all day juicing myself silly.”

            “Alright, alright.”  Oliva glanced at Sasha.  “Watch our rouge blueberry, will you?”

            She saluted Oliva.  “Rodger.”

            Christen leaned against the interior of the tube.  “You do know I am not going to run off, right?”

            “Hey, you tried to juice me dry.”  Sasha pointed at Christen.  “I am not going back to that nursing gig.  I like being my juicy self!”

            “You can do your nursing job as a blueberry.”

            “Lalalalala.  Lies.  Lies!”

            Christen rolled her eyes.  “I am just saying there is more to life than lying around all day being fucked for your blueberry juice.  Being a blueberry doesn’t have to be taken literally.”  She shook her head as she looked around the room.  “So why exactly do you like it.  What is the normal juicing process like?”

            Sasha’s face lit up.  “Ohhhh, it’s soooooo wonderful.”  She pressed her hands against the exterior of the chamber, her squishy, tender breasts rubbing against the glass.  “They attach tubes against your breasts and into your pussy, and they warm up sooo much before you start to. . . juice.  Ohhhh. . . just sooooo fucking. . . yessss.  I just. . .”  Christen gasped as the woman’s belly swelled a few centimeters.  “Ohhh fuck, I think I am swelling a little just thinking about it.”

            “Well, hold back, dear.”  Olivia walked into the room. “We have a naughty blueberry to deal with before you head back to your room.”

            “Sorry.”  Sasha pulled away from the glass.

            “Okay, Christen.  Here is your gum.”  She handed the blue stick to Christen.  “Enjoy.”

            “I doubt it.”  Christen sighed as she tossed the stick into her mouth.  “Ohhh fuck.  There is so much. . . juice in this.”  She leaned against the glass, swallowing the gum as she tried to contain the juice surging inside her mouth.  “What the fucking hell.  Just. . . ohhh fuckk. . .”

            Gurrgle.  The effects were almost instantaneous, her nipples hardening and her squishy blue breasts bouncing about as the juice bubbled under the skin.  “Ohhhh. . . fucking. . .”  She moaned as she rubbed her sumptuous ass against the glass.  “I. . . can’t. . .”  Her tender breasts suddenly swelled a few inches, bouncing up and down from the sudden increase in size.  “Ohhh god.  Oh fucking god!”  Christen panted as she felt her belly swell and stretch, blueberry juice surging through her.  “Ohhhh fuck.”  Gurrgle.  Blort.  Her voluptuous ass pressed against the glass, stretching further and further.  “Ughhhh. . .”  Her thick, throbbing legs widened, causing her deep, pusling pussy to drip.  “Ohhh god.  Sooo much.”  She pressed down onto her belly as she continued to grow.  “Sooooo. . . fucking. . . muchhhhhhh!”

            Olivia giggled.  “Enjoying yourself, dear?”

            Christen panted as her belly swelled even bigger, making her look shiny and pregnant.  “You. . . didn’t say. . . it would be so much juice at once.  I. . . am filling this. . . up soo. . . fast.”  Blort.  Her sumptuous, squishy breasts pressed down hard against her belly as they filled up with even more juice, causing the entire front half of her body to bob up and down.  “Ughhh.”  She squeezed her thunderous thighs as she fought to stay upright.  “I. . . am going to. . . ughhhh.”

            Gurrgle.  Blort.  Her body swelled in all directions, her round squishy hips and tender, sumptuous ass pressing against the walls of her confinement as her luscious, voluptuous breasts and massive, round belly swelled and squished against the other half.  “Ughhhh. . .”  Gurrgle.  “I. . . can’t. . . move.”  As she continued to grow and swell, blueberry juice began to drip from her hardening nipples.  “Ughhhh. . . it feels sooo damn good.”  Christen panted as her body was pressed harden and harder against the glass, more of her massive body filling up the cylinder.  “Ughhhh. . .”  Christen panted as she squirmed, her juicy, thick side slowly moving up and down, pressing against her over-swollen legs.  “Soo much juice.”  She couldn’t see her juice-stained legs anymore, her massive belly and luscious breasts consuming her view.  “Ughhh. . . just. . . sooo tight.”  Blueberry juice squirted out of her nipples, staining the glass blue.  “I. . . can’t hold it in much longer.”

            Olivia smiled as blueberry juice began to drip down the sides of the cylinder and into the tubes. “Well, I hope you enjoy yourself, dear.”  She smiled. You are going to be in there for quite a while.”

            “Wait. . .  what?”

            “Can you watch her?  I have to go and report to Red.”

            “Of course.”  Sasha smiled.  “She tried to juice me, so I am only replaying the favor.”  Sasha pressed her body up against the glass.  “Now enjoy yourself, you hear?”  Christen moaned as her body began to look more and more like a blue thick glob, her breasts so hard and so thick all they could do was ooze blueberry juice out of her nipples, which were forced down and pressed between the glass and her sumptuous boobs.  “You look soooo wonderful.  Is it nice and tight in there?”

            “Ughhhhh. . .”  Christen panted as her warm, tender breasts pulsed against the glass, blueberry juice dripping down the side of her body.  “Sooo. . . much. . . juice.”  She closed her eyes.  “Can’t. . . hold it in.”  Her shoulders began to stretch towards the ceiling as her body continued to fill.  “Must. . . juice. . . ughhhh.”  Her sumptuous, squishy boobs slowly stretched up the glass as more juice squirted out of her hard nipples.  “Ohhh fuckkkkkkk.”

            “My, my.  Hope you don’t burst in there.”

            “I. . . the glass is. . .”  She panted.  “I am being squeezed so hard. . .”  She closed her eyes as her thick, round shoulders were forced closer to her plump head.  “Ughhh. . . ughhhhh. . .”  Blueberry juice began to gush out of her like geysers, causing the tubes at the bottom to almost overflow.  “Ohhhhhhh. . . fuck. . . yessssssss!”

            After about fifteen minutes of pure juicy action, Olivia walked back into the room.  “Oh my, she is still going, isn’t she?”

            “Hasn’t slowed down one bit.”

            Olivia rubbed her hands against the glass.  “Well, dear, keep going for as long as you can.  Red said he was happy that I had taken the initiative on this so I wouldn’t be the one in that tube.”  She giggled.  “Little does he know I love that kind of fun.”  She turned around.  “Oh my.  Looks like our friend has almost filled an entire container with her juices.  Sasha, think you can help me get the tubes hooked up to the next one so our dear Christen can continue to juice herself to her heart’s delight?”

            “Rodger!”

            Olivia smiled at Christen.  “Welcome to the Juicing Station, dear.”  Christen let out a lovely moan as more juice squirted out of her pussy.  “We will love working with you.”